ADRIAN'S POV
The light from the partly open curtains illuminated the room. The light penetrating the room entered my eyes and I squinted as I tried to bat my eyelids open. I don't know what time it is but it must be quite late because everywhere is just so bright.
I try to turn myself but it's like there is something hiding me back. There is a figure holding me down and as if aroused by my sudden bodily movements, the figure turned and pulled me even closer to itself.
I blinked and tried to stay awake. I was drunk, terribly drunk last night and I was hungover but at least, I still had my eyes. I look down, there is a hand draped on my bare chest and there is a leg swaddling me across the thigh.
I carefully remove the hand from my chest and pull myself up. I looked at the girl who had now stirred and turned to face the other direction. Pretty, blonde, golden eyes. I remember her now.
A girl who had had her eyes on me from the onset of the party and who had taken me upstairs with the intent of probably having sex with me. I chuckled at the idea of having sex with her.
It was not as if I was too innocent to have the sex, but it was because I was not capable of having the sex. I remember that my friends had gingered me up when I took her upstairs with me. Collins had even slipped a pack of condoms into the back of my trousers reminding me that anything could happen.
I looked at the girl. She was bare to skin. She lay on her stomach with her naked ass shooting up, and her legs wide apart. Looking at her in the party yesterday, God, she is so endowed. She's got the hips, and everything in place. And I knew that this body right here would turn any correct man on.
Maybe I was not really a man.
I stretched my hand to remove the hair that was covering the side of her face. She was pretty. I let the hair fall again and picked up my steps to the bathroom.
I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. My eyes were red in the mirror and I had a throbbing headache. It is a good thing that Geller's class isn't until 10am. I splash some more water from the running tap on my face before leaving the bathroom.
She's awake when I walked back in and was already dressed up. She sat in front of my dressing mirror applying something on her face.
She doesn't say anything and I am too sorry to say anything either.
She turned to look at me briefly and I could read all the unsaid words on her face; disappointment was paramount. She had maybe expected to have a very good time riding my dick or me slamming in and out of her but it hadn't happened.
I sit down on the bed and feel about for my phone. It's five minutes past eight. I still have enough time to lazy around before finally facing the scary professor. I wouldn't have had to attend the class at all if not for the fact that I had missed a whole lot of classes last semester and I really didn't have any excuse to give today.
"I am leaving." The girl's sharp voice interrupted my thinking. That was quite polite. Most of the ladies just storm off without another word.
I take the chance, "I am sorry for last night."
"Yeah, you should have just told me that you are impotent." She replied sharply.
She has a beautiful voice. I had almost forgotten to comment on that.
"No, that's not it." I said. My head was down and I was picking my fingers. One of my very embarrassing moves.
"Then what?" She asked. I hadn't even realized that she had stood up from the mirror and was now looking at me straight in the face.
"I just find it hard.. I just.."
"Save the explanations." She cut me off. "You should have said all of that yesterday instead of wasting my time and making me look cheap."
"Look, you don't..."
The glare on her face made me shut up immediately. I couldn't continue talking.
"I would pay you." I said and brought out my phone. "Here. Put in your account number." I said. She hesitated before snatching the phone from my hand and typing in the number.
"Sent." I said after she gave me back the phone. She scoffed loudly and snatched her bag from the bed. She muttered some incoherent words before storming off but still, I caught her last sentence.
" It's too bad that you are handsome, a basketball player and popular with a sexual disorder." That shattered my pride. I hated being reminded of what was wrong with me.
I wanted to get her oath of confidence but I will leave that for Collins. She would have to swear to keep her mouth shut about my disorder. I sigh sadly before standing up from the bed.
I look at the scattered sheets on the bed where she had tried to turn me on with every single move that she could come up with. The same bed where she had shamelessly fingered herself right in front of me but yet nothing had moved in me.
I pick up my phone and walk out of the room. From the stairs I could see my other roommates doing their own stuff. Dante and Richard were still sprawled out on the sofa, in the middle of the sitting room. Getting close I noticed that they were both awake and had an ice pack each tied to their foreheads.
"Captain. You are up." Dante remarked. It was more of a sarcastic sentence than an acknowledgement. I could hear Kiki Sparks' 'Love mines' blaring from the speaker in the direction of the kitchen and I knew immediately that Collins was in the kitchen.
He is obsessed with Kiki Sparks' songs, I mean who isn't?
The music stopped abruptly.
"He is awake?" His voice came. He walks out of the kitchen with an apron, it had a little flour smeared in front of it.
He took one look at my face. "Didn't go well, right?"
"Yes mum." I answered. That was the right way to address Collins. He was almost like a mother figure. He cooked our meals and advised us. On the whole, he kept the whole house running.
His shoulders dropped for a second. Lower than mine.
"You will be fine." Dante patted my shoulder and walked over to the kitchen area. His trousers almost fell when he patted me. He held it in one hand and still had the ice pack pressed to his head.
"Anyways," Collins continued. He didn't need to reassure me of everything being okay. I know that he wants me to be normal as much as I want it too.
"Geller struck again." He said calmly.
"What did she do?" I asked and caught the bottle of chilled beer that Dante threw my way. Collins snatched it from me immediately.
"You're still hung over Wolfe." He called me by my surname. It was obvious that he was not in the mood to joke. I ignore him and walk to the refrigerator and take out a can of malt. I open it and take it to my mouth.
"She brought her class two hours forward."
I spat out the sip of liquid I had just taken back into the can.
"What?" I exclaimed in shock.
"You heard me well." He replied and turned to go to the kitchen.
I took out my phone and checked the class group. It was true. I had hundreds of messages from my contacts but only one of them caught my attention. Coach Faulkner.
Ten of them.
I opened it immediately. "Fuck!" I muttered.
I dropped the malt on the refrigerator and ran back upstairs.
My roommates stared at each other and I'm sure they must be wondering what I was up to and why the sudden rush.
A few minutes later, I was downstairs again. I was pulling up a sweatshirt over my pants. I quickly snatched a pancake from Collins plate and a beer from the fridge and left the house.
I took off immediately and entered the car whilst eating and drinking with one hand. I had gotten to the school entrance when I looked forward and drowned the remaining drink in the bottle, and that was when I heard a scream.
I had hit someone. Fuck!